I met John Kennedy only once, when he was in the planning stages of George. I was doing almost all of Vogue’s political coverage in those days and he called to see if I were interested in jumping the fence. I told him no, but that I’d be happy to come talk to him about what they were trying to do. We met for about two and a half hours over Diet Cokes in the conference room at George’s bare-bones offices. He was so enthusiastic and engaged and thoroughly charming of course. And so modest — he was the novice eager to learn and I was the so-called "expert." He really wanted to make George work and took it very seriously. Afterward, I got the nicest thank-you note I have ever received in my life, and I am not exaggerating. It was gracious and sweet and funny. His mother would have been proud. The last time I came across it, it made me cry.